Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

Chapter 144 To travel with this person is to die without regret.

"Who is it?" Lin Tian's lips curled up, his smile revealing a hint of understanding. "Naturally, it's the heart that Lü Buwei most wants to tear out himself."

As the Prime Minister of Qin, Lü Buwei outwardly held the highest position in the court, but secretly he tightly controlled the three lifelines of military power, financial power, and personnel power... He only needed an imperial edict and a command to ascend to the highest position in Xianyang Palace. Could he not be tempted? Absolutely not! The fact that the Eight Beauties had come out in full force this time already made the answer obvious.

"What about the Qin state? Especially King Ying Zheng of Qin, has there been any movement lately? Or any intriguing rumors?" Lin Tian asked again.

"Qin?" Mo Ya hesitated for a moment before replying, "I don't have any secret reports from Qin, but I have heard someone mention an interesting story."

"What interesting thing?" Lin Tian pressed. It was only natural that Mo Ya had no way to access Qin's secrets now—he had long since broken away from "Hundred Birds," and his eyes and ears were naturally cut off.

"I heard that a month ago, King Qin finished reading Han Fei's 'Five Vermin' in the main hall of Xianyang Palace. He slammed his hand on the table and sighed, 'Alas! If I could travel with this man in this world, I would have no regrets even if I died!' When King Han An learned of this, he specially summoned Han Fei and praised him in court." Mo Ya told the truth.

Upon hearing this, Lin Tian's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his expression instantly became subtle... Could it be that Ying Zheng's personal visit to Xinzheng was truly for Han Fei?

The thought itself seemed absurd to him. But upon closer reflection, it was probably true.

Eight Linglong... If I'm not mistaken, Hei Bai Xuan Jian will probably show up soon. Ha, ha... "To travel with this person, to die without regret"? This saying will probably come true in the midst of bloodshed.

"Alright, you can leave now. There's no need to delve too deeply into the matter of the Eight Linglongs," Lin Tian waved his hand, indicating that he should leave.

This group is Lu Buwei's sharpest blade, and their strength should not be underestimated. In a one-on-one fight, Mo Ya might be able to hold his own; but once surrounded by eight people, even with his unparalleled lightness skills, he would find it difficult to escape being strangled.

"Yes, sir." Knowing his own limitations, Mo Ya responded and transformed into a black shadow, disappearing into the eaves in an instant.

At this moment, Honglian had just finished her practice.

"Brother Lin Tian, ​​I'm full of energy! Even if a tiger charges at me, I can knock it down with one punch!" She clenched her little fists, her palms burning hot, and her eyes shining like two flames.

Her eyes darted around, her gaze already fixed on Lin Tian with eager anticipation: "How about we spar a bit? Maybe... I can beat you this time!"

Lin Tian glanced at her sideways and chuckled, "Save your breath. With your fancy moves, you'd need another hundred years of practice to even touch the hem of my clothes."

"You mean Brother Lin Tian! You never give way to Honglian!" She immediately pouted, her little face puffed up like a bun. "Hmph! I'm going to find the one in black and the one in white to have a go!"

She was too lazy to remember the names of the two people, so she just called them "the one in black" and "the one in white" according to the color of their clothes—referring to Mo Ya and Bai Feng.

Lin Tian's scalp tingled upon hearing this. Mo Ya and Bai Feng practiced deadly techniques, each move aimed at locking the throat and breaking bones; they knew nothing of holding back. Although Hong Lian's internal energy had surged, she couldn't even maintain a stable stance, let alone deflect or neutralize attacks. Even if the two hesitated to truly harm her due to their status, what if they lost their composure…

He quickly interrupted, "Mo Ya and Bai Feng were just sent out on an errand, they're not at Zi Lan Xuan right now."

"ah--"

Honglian's little mouth twitched, her joy instantly deflated, "I finally became stronger, but I can't even find anyone to beat up!"

Lin Tian silently rolled his eyes.

He had only practiced for a day, or to be precise, less than three hours. Even with the support of his advanced acquired internal energy, if they were to actually fight, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat even an ordinary martial artist at the initial acquired stage.

This skill was forcibly cultivated by Blood Bodhi, with a solid foundation and no hidden dangers; however, she was still very unfamiliar with how to draw her sword and how to dodge, and it was already a stroke of luck that she could use even one-tenth of her powerful true energy.

Suddenly, Lin Tian's eyes flashed, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips: "Ahem... Honglian, why don't you try going to Han Fei? He's very frail; he'll surely fall over with a push."

"Yes!"

Her eyes lit up instantly, and her earlier disappointment vanished in the blink of an eye. "I'm going to find Ninth Brother right now! Brother Lin Tian, ​​I'll come find you again tomorrow!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already hopped and skipped out the door like a sparrow.

Watching Honglian's departing figure, Hai lowered his eyes and murmured: She probably won't die... but it's hard to say. After all, her internal energy has surged wildly, her momentum is unstable, and she acts entirely on instinct, so how could she care about restraint?

……

The next day, at the Ninth Prince's residence.

"Brother Han, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Liang raised an eyebrow as he looked at Han Fei, who had dark circles under his eyes.

"I turned over too suddenly last night and fell headfirst off the bed," Han Fei chuckled dryly.

"A collision?... And it was such a neat collision?" Zhang Liang blurted out.

Before she could finish speaking, she met Han Fei's piercing glance—she looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, both aggrieved and too afraid to utter a sound. She couldn't very well confess that it was her own sister who punched her, could she?

Zhang Liang understood immediately, but neither pointed it out nor pressed for details. He was always quick-witted, and had probably guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

With a smirk, he changed the subject: "Brother Han, Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei and the Fourth Young Master are both in position, waiting for your command to close the net today."

"Hmm." Han Fei nodded in response, his expression suddenly becoming calm. The previous disheveled and dejected look had completely disappeared, leaving only a pair of dark circles under his eyes that were a sour reminder of how terrible last night had been.

He said slowly, "Tianze and his gang were originally pawns that Bai Yifei sent out to take the blame for Brother Lin. I originally thought he could keep them firmly in his grasp, but who would have thought that the Qin envoy would actually be killed by Tianze—this risky move was probably something even Bai Yifei himself did not expect."

Father has given him ten days to capture and kill Tianze. He has ordered my fourth brother and me to assist in this matter. Judging from his confident demeanor in the royal court, he probably already has a plan in mind. We'll just observe from the sidelines and provide support.”

"Um."

Zhang Liang nodded, deeply agreeing.

Outside Xinzheng City.

"My lord, this is my son, Qiancheng. He has practiced martial arts for over ten years and has some skill. He will be at your command in this operation."

Han Yu turned to the side, and a young man with a cold face and a sharp aura stood beside him.

"Thank you, Fourth Young Master," Bai Yifei replied calmly.

"Ahem... Unlike my fourth brother, who has a multitude of retainers, I only have Zifang as my assistant. It's really meager. Please forgive me, Lord Marquis." Han Fei scratched the back of his head, looking slightly embarrassed.

"It's alright."

Bai Yifei spoke in a flat tone, his face remaining calm.

The sudden death of the Qin envoy, and Tianze's audacity to break off all pretense and confront them head-on—this was something Bai Yifei had not anticipated. Now that the situation was completely out of control, he could no longer stand idly by.

Holding the mother Gu worm within Tianze's body, his chances of success, whether tracking or eliminating it, were over 90%. He needed no one else's intervention. But if he uttered these words, he would only give others ammunition against him; why would he destroy his own foundation?

"My five hundred Frost Elite Cavalry are already deployed in all directions. Even if Tianze grows wings, he won't be able to fly even half a step away," Bai Yifei said in a cold voice.